The End Of Stuff
Walking through the local mega-mall, I was struck by the dynamics. As has long been the case, the place was teeming with the shoperati of Canberra. The same families with 2.5 kids. The gaggles of teenagers. The shuffling older couples. All accounted for. Having sucked the life out of the nearby shopping strip, the place retains its status as the place to be on a cold and windy Saturday. Everything as it should be. The generally high-paid community going about the business ...






